What a brilliant haul. I really enjoy Christina Rossetti’s poems 😊

I really love The Grasmere journals. I enjoy Wordsworths poetry! 😄♥️📚 Beautiful Milton collection! 😍 I love Rossetti.

I would not have believed you got that Milton's poetry collection for two pounds if the price sticker was not there. Nice finds.

Great shopping! I really like your channel, having discovered it the day before yesterday! As a book nerd myself, I feel right at home here!😊 I also regret not paying more attention to Latin when my brain was young and flexible. I managed to pass it too by relearning the conjugations the night before every test. Not recommended. 😊😊😊

Best part of my week is wondering into the British heart foundation. Only charity shop that sells classics in my town, and i raid it frequently for £1-£3 purchases. I acquired t s Elliot’s old possum’s book of practical cats, something i never would have gone looking for but sing from all the time

Nice book haul! Thank you

You'll like the Wordsworth I keep a copy of The Oxford Book of English Verse on my nightstand.

Great selection.The Wordsworth volume is best read by the countryside. I read Virgil a long time ago,so I also have to brush the Classics, I must confess ( something by Cicero or Demosthenes,perhaps).Do you like early German Romantic poetry? I know several authors thanks to Brahms, Schumann and Schubert. I would like to find Der Tod des Empedocles by Holderin. About comment of Kafka,many people share the same question you have.I read somewhere that he would have been a psychoanalyst's patient.

I think Rainer Maria Rilke wrote only one novel, i.e. _The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge._ We had both Kafka and Rilke in our European literature paper. We had Rilke's poem "Archaic Torso of Apollo" and Kafka's story "In the Penal Colony". As this video is about second-hand books, there's something I wish to put forth here. About a year ago, I purchased a second hand copy of the book _Or I'll Dress You in Mourning_ by Dominique Lapierre and Larry Collins. There's something written on the title page in a very bad handwriting and in some unknown language. Should I be scared of it? Can I read the book? Someone please tell me and please don't scare me.

" I would like to tell you one of the most beautiful parables that has been written down the centuries. Parables have almost disappeared from the world because those beautiful people - Jesus, Buddha, who created many parables - have disappeared. A parable is not an ordinary story, a parable is a device - a device to say something which cannot ordinarily be said, a device to hint at something which can be hinted at only very indirectly. This parable is written in this age; a very rare man, Franz Kafka, has written it. He was really a rare man. He struggled hard not to write because, he said, what he wanted to write could not be written. So he struggled hard but he could not control the temptation to write, so he wrote. And he wrote in one of his diaries,”I am writing because it is difficult not to write, and knowing well that it is difficult also to write. Seeing no way out of it, I am writing.” And when he died, he left a will in the name of one of his friends to say, “Please burn everything that I have written - my diaries, my stories, my parables, my sketches, my notes. And burn them without reading them. Because this is the only way that I can get rid of that constant anxiety that I have been trying to say something which cannot be said. And I could not resist so I have written. Now this is the only way. I have written it because I could not control myself. I had to write knowing well that it could not be written, so now, without reading it, destroy, burn everything utterly. Nothing should be left.” But the friend could not do it. And it is good that he did not. This is one of Kafka’s parables. Listen to it, meditate over it. “I gave order for my horse to be brought from the stable. The servant did not understand me. I myself went to the stable, saddled my horse and mounted. In the distance I heard a bugle call. I asked him what this meant. He knew nothing and had heard nothing. At the gate he stopped me, asking,’ Where are you riding to, Master?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said, ‘only away from here. Away from here, always away from here. Only by doing so can I reach my destination.’ ‘And so you know your destination?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I answered. ‘Did not I say so? Away from here - that’s my destination.’ ‘You have no provisions with you, ‘ he said. ‘I need none,’ I said. ‘The journey is so long that I must die of hunger if I don’t get anything along the way. No provisions can save me because the journey is so long, I cannot carry enough provisions for it. No provisions can save me because it is, fortunately, a truly immense journey.'” Now this is the parable. “The destination,” he says, “is away from here. Away from here is my destination.” That’s how the whole world is moving: away from here, away from now. You don’t know where you are going but one thing is certain - you are going away from here, away from now. The parable says it is an immense journey. It is really endless because you can never reach away from here. How can you reach “away from here”? Wherever you will reach, it will be here. And again you will be trying to go away from here. There is no way to reach this destination. If away from here is the destiny then there is no way to reach it. And we are all escaping away from here. Watch. Don’t allow this parable to become your life. Ordinarily everybody is doing this - knowingly, unknowingly. Start moving into the here, start moving into the now. And then there is tremendous happiness - so much so that it starts overflowing from you. Not only you delight in it, it starts overflowing, it starts becoming your climate, it becomes like a cloud around you. So whoever comes close to you becomes full of it. Even others will start partaking of it, participating in it. And the more you have, the more you will be drowning into the herenow. Then a moment comes when you don’t have any space left for yourself - only happiness exists; you disappear. But of two things - the past and the future - be alert."

Right... so you have a thing for vintage poetry🥸? Rilke, Virgil and Wordsworth?I'm in pleasantly good company then. Being a poet myself📓✒️